tired of cleaning my teak
Sorry. The "Hinckley" attitude is well recognized in the nether regions of Mt. Desert Island, Maine. I was sitting in the pub at Great Harbor Marina in January with the usual suspects (divers, fishermen) after a day of hanging out with a friend who brokers their catches of pickles, bugs and pin-cushions (sea cucumbers, lobsters and urchins). Some clean-cut kid walked into the pub about 11:00 at night. I, in my self-induced Island stupor, said "stop . . . you MUST be a Hinckley employee . . . fetcheth me a hat . . ." and, without a word, he disappeared in the direction of Manset, returning awhile later with the new lid. My ''72 Bristol 35 Yawl photos aren''t online, and I don''t have a scanner. The satin cetol finish seems to take the weather better, showing less imperfection if whacked, scratched or abraded. The stripping process for the old varnish was lengthy and a pain, done correctly only with an assortment of sharp scrapers and constant filing to keep them sharp. Need to avoid taking too much wood. Maybe I''m used to the look, but I like it. I do recall thinking how orangie it looked at first, particularly the first coat, but it darkened down some and, again, maybe I''m used to it. It certainly simplifies things and recoats nicely after a quick rubdown with 80#. It does tend to crumble off if you don''t redo it after a couple of years, but, again, I don''t cover the boat. I''ll admit Hinckley''s charter fleet and the numerous Picnics on the dock at Great Harbor Marina look gorgeous with umpteen coats of varnish on ''em, but I''d druther sail than sand and varnish and varnish and varnish and varnish.